A Room at the Arms Hotel, Sunday Evening

[not_a_parakeet]

Today had been a completely nonfunctional day. There was Warren, with his hotel room paid up for an extra day and his portal arrival rearranged to let him stay with Karla a little longer. And there was a warm bed, that hadn't been vacated all day

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[glacial_witch]

"'M not hungry," Karla mumbled into Warren's neck. Eating sounded like it might require moving out from under his wing and out from his arms.

Oh, but Warren might be hungry. Darn it.

"Are you?"

[not_a_parakeet]

"Starving," he murmured. "But I can put it off a little longer, if you'd rather wait."

He'd liked her parents, but he'd barely known them. And, while he ended on good terms with them both, he wasn't going to mourn their passing all that much, either- they'd been dead since well before he met them, after all. He was sorry to see them go, once they'd stopped being horrible to everyone around them who wasn't Blood... But he was more sorry that their leaving was tearing Karla up all over again.

And he was hungry. He imagined Karla might be, too, if there was food in front of her.

But he could wait.

[glacial_witch]

"No," she said quietly. "We should eat. It's one of those things I'm supposed to do, remember?"

It was late in the day. She was supposed to be starving. She just...wasn't.

"...It didn't make it all okay." She hadn't realized what she was going to say until it was out of it. "Their good-bye, I mean."

[not_a_parakeet]

"I know," Warren murmured, sitting up and pulling her up into his lap. They really did need to eat. It was one of those things she was supposed to do, and he was quietly proud of her for being the one to point that out. "But they tried."

That was... all he really had.